Best Monarchs Poems
It isn’t the big celebrations,
Enormous dinners or huge gifts.
Parties never rouse foundations,
Jamborees or festivals.
It isn’t the life-sized creations,
Who impress kings, rulers or monarchs.
It’s the little things, a gentle expression,
When hearts meet in the deserts,
When dreamers discover their profession,
When simple reaches into the heart,
Pulls out a feeling, an impression,
The beautiful that inspires the light.
It isn’t in the impressive,
When a life gets made –
It’s in the thoughts, so obsessive…
Which bring feelings we want to save!
Monarchs be gone. I have blue butterflies now.
They listen to my heart and deliver before I ask.
They mirror my feelings and my thoughts
Improving my attitude at every turn
I am not smug, merely reflecting facts
As they appear to me in blue butterfly forms
Monarchs, you may visit again in the fall
When you match the squash and the corn.
Right now I am being heavily delighted by my blues.
Mirror Images
Like a hued cacoon ablaze,
Foreshadowing life.
With trusting innocence we've played
with nets and jars amid a field
of muted rustling blooms that yield
Their subtle breaths of perfumed air
where milkweed monarch’s foraged there.
They were the prize and preference
of youth and trusting innocence.
Inexpertness with nets gave flight
elusiveness till next alight
on efflorescence’s afield
Sedulity kept our eyes peeled
on tawny-orange and black, large wings
in hopes we would be capturing
these lovely regal butterflies
with gauzy wings and very spry.
drowsy cricket songs
call orange-black wings to rest
on yellow ragweed
hunting with broomsticks
bent coat hangers and cheesecloth
we chase summer dreams
Deer me ...
Head bangers
Stuck in a rut .
Each year I plant an herbal garden
very near a stand of mulberry trees
and every Spring when they're in bloom
they attract butterflies and honey bees.
This morning, as I tended the sweet basil,
a young Monarch landed close to my hand.
Then, a cloud of them swirled around me,
and flew back to the mulberry trees to land.
For that moment I dared not move an inch,
mesmerized by the wooshing of their wings.
It was so memorable, that I'll never forget.
Their humming was like a song Nature sings.
I watched them flutter. Thirty, maybe more
before clinging on to leaves of vibrant green.
Their bold colors of black, orange and gold
looked just like petals as I watched them glean.
Their fragile wings must take them many miles
To the southern breeding grounds
The beautiful monarchs
Who can capture you
With a glass jar held face down
While your wings flutter wildly
And your hope dwindles
I watched somwhere afar off
Please let my butterfly fly
I thought the landscape burst in sudden flame
with embers wild cavorting in the glare
of dawning sun, but boundless sparks became
a throng of monarchs flitting through the air.
Arbitrium Divisa 5
Gregory R Barden
12/18/19
Original Poem: Pixie Dragons
9/18/19
It had been years since the seasons changed
Then the Monarch butterflies
Shook from a blue sky in July
Like a box of colored confetti
Re-appeared a miracle atop the sticky meadows
And the day before was so hot
That on my morning walk
I found tree frogs glued to the pavement
In mid-hop
Paralyzed with eyes looking up
Clay knickknacks belonging to a shelf
In an Elk Rapids gift shop
People around here are buried in their graves
Sitting up
To stare out forever upon Torch Lake
Tombstones angled against the hills
Last ever to see
The blue of this Earth
The lake of sunsets
The mirror that shows us all
Who we turned out to be.
THE MONARCHS ENGAGED US
The monarchs engage us. We amazed them. We’ ‘the colorful butterfly people'' saw silent fluttering hovering overhead, their duty to the flowers n trees was now shared with us, eight colorful and vibrantly intoxicated them with our passion fruit. We amazed them, we the beautiful colorful, butterfly of people...saw silent fluttering, hovering overhead. Riding on our rhythms as we danced. They remembered us from millennium's ago. The butterflies thought we were amazing. The butterflies danced with us... We think they watched us watching them. And then joined in; they were riding on our rhythm, that music that we vibrated through the air, the lake was also keeping a beat with the chopping waves. As 8 black women celebrating life...out in the woods, suddenly bonded with the butterflies. Monarchs on a mission, swarmed on us like friendly bees dancing in formation;
We unknowingly extended an open invitation.
They danced over us excitedly to: rolling on the river…
Obviously, ‘the butterflies thought we were amazing''!
The monarchs engaged us... We amazed them... Their duty to the flowers n trees now shared with ''the colorful, people they saw. We saw them silently fluttering, and hovering overhead. Riding on our rhythms as we danced, they remembered us from millennium's ago with us... We think they watched us watching them. And then joined in, riding on our rhythm, music vibrated through the air, the lake was keeping a beat with the chopping waves...8 black women; ‘’dancing to our chosen selections, celebrating life...dancing out in the woods; butterflies converged on us like sky swans diving in formation then hovered. It was then we unknowingly extended an open invitation… obviously, ‘the audience of beautiful monarch butterflies thought we were amazing''!
As we danced and sang to the SUPREAMES.
Tomorrow's your birthday
And I couldn't think of anything to give and say,
'Til I saw two butterlies flying
And now I kow exactly what to give.
Today's the special day
And I would like to surprise you, if you may,
100 monarchs for you and a diamond ring,
Symbols of my love 'til the very end,
And with these gifts I would like you to know,
That even in death your name would be the last words I'll say.
monarchs
enjoying a morning meal
milkweed leaves
Monarch Butterflies start off as a
cocoon, then they come out into
beautiful butterflies. The
Lovely monarchs started
migrating, then one
nice bright day, they
disappeared
Now they're
gone.
On
cold
Sunny day,
the beautiful
Monarch Butterflies
Came back from migrating,
oh, what a beautiful sight
To see clusters of monarch
butterflies hanging like silk from trees.